Idk if it’s the depression or the few glasses of Sauvignon Blanc, but this was so humanly beautiful and lighthearted while also devastating for me.
I found myself intrigued by Garfield’s performance in particular with a somewhat shallow (but not necessarily in a bad way) character, and his charm makes up for his character’s lack of depth. I also really appreciated Pugh’s battle between her own professional ambitions and desire to be remembered/“Do Something” against personal life, this was obviously her…
